She squats, bare feet
splayed out, not
graceful; skirt tucked around ankl
Her face is lined and cracked.
She looks old,

Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening
The wind lies asleep in the arms o
Come, let us gather our nets from
To capture the leaping wealth of t
No longer delay, let us hasten awa

I awakened to dryness and the fern
the potted plants yellow as corn;
my woman was gone
and the empty bottles like bled co
surrounded me with their uselessne

“you know,” she said, “you were at
the bar so you didn’t see
but I danced with this guy.
we danced and we danced
close.

On the grass when I arrive,
Filling the stillness with life,
But ready to scare off
At the very first wrong move.
In the ivy when I leave.

If I were called in
To construct a religion
I should make use of water.
Going to church
Would entail a fording

The earth was green, the sky was b
I saw and heard one sunny morn,
A skylark hang between the two,
A singing speck above the corn;
A stage below, in gay accord,

you won’t see them often
for wherever the crowd is
they
are not.
those odd ones, not

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief
Is it that they are born again

There are similarities
I notice: that the hills
which the eyes make flat as a wall
together, open as I move
to let me through; become

Let me tell you a little story
About Miss Edith Gee;
She lived in Clevedon Terrace
At number 83.
She’d a slight squint in her left

We all have our reasons.
Because of them, I am where I am
Because of them, I’ll become who
Because of them, the right people
Because of them, I walk the right